Lyrics:
of the mystified sun
65 million degrees divided by the shine's sum
Right, um, back to the angry talking
clpine avalanches vanish, bars are anti-frosted
Smashed in
[Big Oak]
Straight out the box it be Oak and don't expect me to choke
When I'm backed by a beat that straight rocks
I ain't no joke and I suggest you
liquor in him every day at 6,
Silly, predictability is a bitch,
Fully, pattern had her awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board,
She said "this
(Haha) I'm tryna get sold by Nette (It's bout time for a mortgage)
I'm on the gram. Tryna make another flip (Cash)
Million Dollar Pads. Wanna buy a house.
push you away every time that I'm a wreck
I get scared to lose you cause you might love me less
I know that I'm a lot to deal with
Prolly some days I'm
the baguette, with them rose (with them rose)
I got a check, crush on the neck (yeah)
Told her to fetch, hit like a wreck (hit like a wreck)
Makin' it stretch,
better up ur pole just don't tell a thing
Loud shots when I slide by I'm tryna clear the scene
Got a Big pole like a stripper but this one got a beam
Why
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest
Passin' any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sow
alone
Just me til the casket drops
Just me til the casket drops
Just me til the casket drops
Just me til the casket drops
Not a day goes by where I don't
side tears you into Hollywood Squares
Six million ways to die, so I chose
Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
The blindfold cold, so you
I hope you can feel the texture, dyslexia
That I can wreck, so I can enter
Imagin' your body like a pencil
The mic is my utensil
Stickin' the potent
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
I'm a motherfuckin' wreck
Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long
I'm comin' strong
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
fifty million, still rappin' on break beats?
From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The Roots, and many more
Of course we could never forget Biggie and young
million nigga and my game be tight
Can't loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot
Wassup, Boss B
You ever got beef with a busta
You can call me
You know I
Do you lose it all by coming last
Do your dreams come fast (NO)
People define you
By the things that they see you do
They've never lived a day of you
capable of carrying loads by the millions
I'll spray for an eternity there's no extent to the killings
Leap from Earth turf and touch the universe ceiling
day I need
ZionMBF break ya face by three
Break a nigga neck need to take IV
VVS frost like I play hockey
VVS Ross gon' spray bout me
Jayoo Balla
Flex
I'm the Best
Nigga Fuck what's next
I wreck anyone in the way of my checks
Got a million and one to attest I'm
Hotter than a sauna
Having brunch
just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern day MJ with a off the wall
bad to Color Me Badd
From Big Wheels with my friends
To big wheels on the Benz
On the first day of school like fool raising hell
We never played by
all the ice cubes on this wristwear in the big body
Live by the gun, get bodied or it's hella time in that cell
It was hella times where I failed,
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